sexstories.com

Introduction:

I met a girl on the sex stories site, and we started to chat. Neither of us had the slightest idea of where it would lead.

I'd been getting annoyed while watching porn, that was how it started. I still liked looking at the girls getting fucked, but their horrible acting and obviously fake moans really started getting on my nerves after a while. I started getting off to still images instead, just like I'd had to do back when I'd been a teenager, before internet porn had become a thing. Some pictures I found online, others I snapped for myself by taking screenshots from my favourite scenes. With the video aspect removed it made it so much easier to imagine any scenario I wished; in my mind, my pretty little porn starlets always did exactly what I wanted, however I liked! It wasn't long before my fantasies started becoming more and more taboo, leaning heavily towards stuff that would have been illegal if it was real; coercion, incest, rape, bestiality... the more forbidden, the better they made me cum. I was having so much fun with the little stories I kept telling myself, I decided to try looking for other people's stories, online. That's when I found the sex stories site, and everything changed.

It was like a cornucopia of smut! I'd thought my fantasies had been pretty out there... but just seeing the theme titles on display cured me of thinking that! It was overwhelming, I didn't know where to begin... I picked one at random from the front page, and started to read. It turned out to be a daddy-daughter incest story, and my God was it ever hot! I had to stop half-way through, and I swear I came harder than I had in years! I went back to reading just as soon as I was done, and by the time I finished I was shockingly hard as a rock once more! I put my laptop aside and lay down in bed, closing my eyes and replaying my favourite story beats in my head, rapidly stroking my cock. The girl in the story had been described as petite, with wavy red hair and firm, C-cup breasts... exactly my type, just like my ex-wife. And, more to the point, just like Astrid, too; my own teenage daughter, who at that very moment was laying in her bed just down the hall!

I don't know what fluke of fate had landed me on that particular story. For all the incest fantasies I'd been telling myself recently, they'd all been very general, or focused around one of my favourite porn starlets whose picture I'd been jacking off to at the time. I'd never once considered my own daughter in that role... but something about the way that story had been written, the way the mutual seduction between daddy and daughter had seemed so believable, made it impossible for me to imagine anyone else! I came all over my own chest, imagining my beautiful, perfect baby girl straddling my hips and enthusiastically riding my cock, giving me her virginity just like the girl in the story had done!

I crawled my way out of bed and into the shower, ashamed of myself. She was my daughter! I couldn't think of her like that! But neither could I deny how phenomenally thoughts of her pleasuring my cock had just made me cum! I let the water pour over my face, trying to think. There wasn't really anything wrong with it, I eventually decided. Not as long as it was only ever thoughts. I could never, ever act on them, obviously! Not that Astrid would ever let me anyways, not like that girl in the story. But as long as it was only ever a fantasy, where was the harm? I was still feeling somewhat guilty about it even so... but not enough that I wasn't going to try repeating the experience, the following night!

I was hooked from that moment on, and I quickly became much more familiar with the site. That first author only had two other stories published, and though I eagerly read them both neither did it for me the way that first one had. I branched out, trying different authors and subjects, and experienced varied success. Some were excellent... but others, frankly, read like they'd been written by elementary school dropouts! But then one night, after I'd just finished cumming but wasn't quite ready for bed yet, I decided it was time I checked out the forum. Once again I felt somewhat overwhelmed, but this time I'd been expecting it. I absently browsed, occasionally peeking into a topic that seemed interesting, but mostly just skimming titles and checking out the forum avatars of all the women I found. I was surprised—the general rule for the internet is always 'male until proven innocent', but as far as I could tell it seemed as though the vast majority of these 'women', actually were! It made sense, once I thought about it... women had always been more literary in their porn tastes, and men more visual. Harlequin romances had existed as far back as I could remember, long before I'd started stealing pages from the underwear and bathing suit sections of my mother's old Sears catalogues and hiding them under my mattress. There were still a distressing number of dick-pics, of course... but not in nearly the proportion as I'd expected to see based on experience from the rest of the internet.

I then clicked on a thumbnail that completely took my breath away as the full-size image jumped up on my screen; she was naked, angling the photo down at herself from above and just barely cropping out her eyes, with the most adorable, mischievous smirk on her full red lips. She was a redhead, and skinny, with pale skin, a cute little ass, and full, perky tits... She was incredible! But it was only as I scanned her bio that I truly gasped; it said she was from the same tiny town of only two thousand people as I was! I could hardly believe it! She was twenty-one, just a few of years older than Astrid was, and straight... but that was all the information she had provided about herself. I clicked around a little bit, checking out her recent postings, needing to know more about this girl—it didn't help much. It was a lot of 'totally!' and 'I agree!', with hardly anything that would give me a real sense of her personality at all. In her signature, however, there was a link back to the sex stories site... jackpot! She was an author herself, not just a reader! Ten stories, and from the titles and descr*ptions... girl and teacher; girl scout selling cookies; babysitter making extra money; daddy seducing daughter; daughter seducing daddy; daughter teasing daddy and daddy teaching her a lesson; daddy getting drunk and coming into daughter's bed by mistake; daddy giving a spanking and fucking as punishment for sneaking out; daddy and daughter sharing a sleeping bag when camping; daughter sneaking into daddy's hotel room at night while he was chaperoning a school trip. Yeah, somebody definitely had a favourite type of fantasy, that was for sure!

I picked the first one chronologically, figuring I should start at same place she had, and began to read. It was the one about the babysitter, earning extra cash by giving the father a blowjob as he drove her home. God, it was hot! She'd labelled it as fiction, not diary or true story, but it was just so visceral, so real seeming, I could easily believe it to be true. I read the whole thing with my hand on my cock, not trying to get off yet, just maintaining the thick, throbbing erection her words had given me. I copied her profile image the moment I was done, saving it to my spank-bank folder and expanding it to fill my screen. Fuck me, she was a hot little piece of ass! I wished I could see her entire face, but I could just imagine those gorgeous, cock-sucking lips wrapped around my shaft, bobbing eagerly up and down, my hand cupping that spectacular little ass as she got up onto her knees on her seat, just like in the story she'd written. I tried not to let myself this time... but she just looked so similar to Astrid I couldn't help but let thoughts of the two of them merge in my mind, grunting and bucking my hips as I flooded a tissue with cum.

I sat back against my headboard, thinking as I recovered—I rolled out of bed and dropped to the floor, doing a quick twenty push-ups to make my chest and biceps pop. You could hardly say I was a gym rat, but I'd always kept myself in shape, even more so since the divorce. I grabbed my phone and moved over to the wall, snapping a few quick selfies in emulation of her own. A bit of cropping, cutting out my eyes and allowing just a hint of pubes but no actual cock, and I was ready. Or nearly so, at least. First, there was the matter of my profile. I picked a random Daddy-like cartoon image as an avatar, and said I was from Alberta, but didn't include the name of our town. Let her know I was close by if she looked me up, I figured, but not so close that proximity itself would risk scaring her off. All that being sorted, it was finally time. I wrote her a message telling her how much I'd just enjoyed her babysitter story, as well as her profile picture, and that fair being fair I figured that meant she was entitled to see one of me in exchange. I re-read what I'd written several times over, trying to see it from her perspective and hoping I was treading the line of being flirtatious without being creepy. Fingers crossed, I clicked the button to send—the die was now cast.

I set aside my laptop and phone, laying back in bed and closing my eyes, wondering who she was. Astrid would know, I was sure; even with the age gap between them, and my mystery girl having graduated years before, the local high school wasn't that big, and redheads always stood out, especially to each other. Not that I could ever ask her, of course. No, if I was going to learn the identity of my mystery girl, I was going to have to do it the hard way; by seducing her into telling me herself! I just hoped I would get the chance, that my message would provoke a response, and open up a door. I sighed heavily, tossing and turning with worry and hope, visions of that amazing, sexy little body dancing through my mind as I fitfully drifted off to sleep.

The next day at work was torture, waiting to get home, hoping I would have a reply waiting for me when I did. It was all I could manage to feign normalcy over dinner with Astrid before retreating to the privacy of my room... Success! And not only had my mystery girl thanked me for the compliments, but she'd given out a few of her own—she'd even flirtatiously bemoaned the fact that the picture had cut off where it did! Maybe more importantly still, she'd asked if I'd be willing to give her more detailed feedback on the story I'd read, to tell her what it was I liked most, and if there was anything I thought she could have done better. That was it, my opportunity to strike up a proper conversation! But first... down to the basement I went, rooting around in my tools until I found where I'd last left my tape measure. I was already at more than half-mast just from reading her message and thinking about her, and once I was back in my room with the door safely locked, her photo up on my screen, it didn't take me long to get the rest of the way there. I lined up the tape and took the picture aiming down, clearly showing off my full nine inches, thick, hard, and ready for her. But that was where I stopped, leaving myself straining and eager, as I re-read her first story and wrote out the feedback she'd asked for. It was a hell of a struggle, trying to find anything to criticize... but I went into exhaustive detail about what I liked most, and why, and told her the photo I was sending this time was proof of just how much I liked it. I told her how much I was looking forward to reading her other stories, as well—but that I was planning to limit myself to only one every few nights, to make them last. Only then, after I'd sent my message on its way, did I allow myself to finish getting myself off to her. Or, more accurately, to the strange mixture of her and Astrid that thinking of her conjured in my mind. Either way, I got off imagining myself filling that tight, wet little pussy as she begged me for my hot daddy cum!

It was no easier on me the following day. I banged one out that morning before getting into the shower, the same as I normally did, but from almost the moment I'd finished cumming I was able to think of little else but her. I sighed audibly with relief as I was finally able to sit down with my laptop that night, and saw the notification of her message waiting.

She'd written. Text never carries inflection very well, but I was pretty sure from context that was meant as an expression of surprise and admiration, not actually a request. she replied almost instantly.

I could just picture her beautiful, impish little smirk as she typed that, laying in her bed just down the hall.





she teased.

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